Douluo: Becoming a God From Dreaming

Chapter 21 The First Soul Ring
The fire-eating moth king let out an angry neigh and hovered violently over the valley. Groups of dark red flames fanned out from between the wings and turned into flaming moths that filled the sky. Wherever they went, they instantly ignited a fire.

Wang Shenmeng released a trace of aura at the right time, and the Moth King immediately sensed it, and flew over frantically, but what greeted it was a wave of spirit.

The continuous mental shock made Fire Eater Moth King's body stiff, and the flames on his body fluctuated violently, as if being blown by gusts of wind.

Wang Shenmeng's face turned pale, and he suffered a lot of backlash, but he took the opportunity to rush out and get close to the Fire Moth King three meters away. With a shake of his right hand, he threw another packet of powder.

The Fire Moth King opened his mouth and vomited, burning the medicine packet, and a gray mist scattered inside again.

This time, it is no longer a powder with weak lethality. It is made of Yin corpse grass that is more than hundreds of years old. Previously, I just didn’t want to cause large-scale damage to other fire-eating moths. It doesn't matter so much.

The Moth King inhaled a large amount of poison and was immediately affected. The flames all over his body seemed to have been splashed with cold water, and suddenly dimmed a bit. Although they did not extinguish immediately, their power dropped greatly.

The moth king felt the rapid weakening of the soul power, and became even more angry, but most of the power in his body was lost, and he could no longer stimulate the fierce flame attack. It immediately opened its huge mouthparts, rushed over desperately, and bit at the king. divine dream.

The colorful halos in Wang Shenmeng's eyes flowed, and in the line of sight of Ziji Demon Pupils, Moth King's speed was far slower than before, and his strength was frighteningly weakened. His moving track and weak points were all presented in his eyes.

He stepped on the footsteps of ghost fans, and his figure dodged the killing of the Moth King like lightning. The moment he intersected with the Moth King's head, he mobilized all his mental power crazily, and the mental tide was violently launched again. Suddenly, a dark dagger was pulled out, and it was thrust into Moth King's left eye.

The dagger went straight into the brain, and the poison on the blade exploded in the Moth King's head, quickly cutting off its vitality.

The fire-eating moth king screamed loudly, fell to the ground several times, rolled and struggled, and gradually died out as the flames on his body were completely extinguished.

A yellow soul ring floated out from Moth King's body.

Wang Shenmeng's face was a little pale, his head was in severe pain, he felt nauseous, and he was very exhausted. This was caused by the continuous and violent use of mental tides, which consumed a huge amount of soul power and mental power.

He watched all this calmly, until now, he was really relieved.

Wang Shenmeng turned around and saw the two fire moths, which were about one or two hundred years old, still flapping. He immediately took a mouthful of poison that was hundreds of years old, causing the two soul beasts to fall into a coma.

Wang Shenmeng sensed around, but found no aura of other spirit beasts.

I guess the spirit beasts have a very strong sense of territory. This group of fire-eating moths gathered together is the dominant force in the spirit hunting forest. The thousand-year spirit beasts have to go around. There are no powerful spirit beasts within dozens of miles nearby. The valley Among them, even the weak soul beasts disappeared.

"It's just convenient for me to absorb the spirit ring."

Wang Shenmeng was very satisfied in his heart, but he still sprinkled a large amount of medicinal powder around. Ordinary spirit beasts couldn't break through at all. Even century-old spirit beasts had a certain defensive effect. If a thousand-year-old spirit beast really came, that one It can be said that the fleeting time is unfavorable, and the sky will kill him.

"The 700-year-old soul ring exceeds the absorption limit of Yu Xiaogang's research by almost double."

Wang Shenmeng pondered in his heart. According to Yu Xiaogang's theory, the limit of the first soul ring is 420 years, and the limit of the second soul ring is only 760 years. The 700-year fire-eating moth king, and even most soul masters have added Don't dare to absorb the second spirit ring, otherwise there is a great possibility of exploding and dying.

"But Yu Xiaogang's so-called theory is open to discussion. It can only be used as a reference, not as a basis, and cannot be applied to everyone. With my talent, the power of the Butterfly Martial Soul, and the transformation of the body after the spiritual power is strong, There is a certain risk in absorbing the first soul ring of 700 years, but it is still within the acceptable range."

Wang Shenmeng felt that her physique was lagging behind, otherwise, relying on the strength of her martial spirit and the strength of her mental power, it would be entirely possible to absorb the thousand-year-old spirit ring.

But more than two months of practice, plus blacksmithing, and the subtle physical improvement of the Butterfly Martial Spirit, although the physical fitness has improved a lot, but it was malnourished for too long before, and now the physical fitness is indeed very good, but it should not be better than Great soul masters above the twentieth level.

However, combined with strong spiritual power, there is still a lot of confidence in absorbing the 700-year-old soul ring.

The opportunity was right in front of him, Wang Shenmeng naturally wouldn't hesitate.

After taking various protective measures, Wang Shenmeng immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recover.

Half an hour later, his soul power and mental power were restored to fullness. Wang Shenmeng immediately pulled the soul ring into his body and began to absorb it.

And not far away, Ju Douluo looked at this scene and sighed in admiration: "This kid is really a little pervert. At such a young age, he dared to enter the Soul Hunting Forest alone, and he even killed a soul beast!" ethnic group, and personally fought and killed a 700-year-old soul beast with strong bloodlines and great potential, if I say it, I am afraid it will shock the mainland."

Although Wang Shenmeng used many methods other than martial soul, such as poison and hidden weapons, which surprised him a little, but this did not affect the child's excellence in the slightest. No matter it was courage, intelligence, or fighting will, he was all superior. Among the children of this age, it is really rare.

"At such a young age, I already have the potential to be a strong man. My Wuhun Hall has picked up a treasure this time. Matthew Nuo from the Wuhun branch of Notting City is very good, and he has made a great contribution this time. It's like Yuntao, it doesn't work if you have eyes, what hope does my Spirit Hall have?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes were gloomy, looking at the child who was concentrating on absorbing the spirit ring, as if he saw the rise of a peerless powerhouse.

"But the first spirit ring directly absorbs the 700-year-old, is that okay? This kid is still too reckless, and his spirit is too high, or has no one told him about the age of the spirit ring?"

Ju Douluo frowned slightly. With a 700-year-old soul ring, more than 90.00% of soul masters had second soul rings of this age. He stared closely at Wang Shenmeng, ready to rescue him at any time.

At this time, Wang Shenmeng was indeed in pain.

As the soul ring was pulled into the body and placed on the Butterfly Martial Soul, a powerful and fiery magma-like force suddenly poured into the body. In an instant, the inside was on fire, and the body could not help but tremble violently.

"No matter how the power of the soul ring impacts the body, you must stay awake. Only in this way can you make better use of the power of the soul ring in the future."

This is what Wang Shenmeng heard in his dream when he was accepted as a disciple by the master.

Of course, this is common knowledge in the soul master world, and only the newbies who join the circle don't know.

In the next second, he closed his eyes, and his consciousness was completely immersed in the hot ocean.

The internal force of the Xuantian Kung that was indistinguishable from the soul force in his body seemed to be ignited by this sudden power. The heat instantly spread to every part of his body. Wang Shenmeng felt as if he could spit out fire when he opened his mouth. Similar.

What a domineering force.

The power of the rushing soul ring washed Wang Shenmeng's body in an instant, and then poured into the Butterfly Martial Spirit. The seemingly fragile Martial Spirit firmly withstood the impact of this force, but that one There was a flame, but it seemed to use spiritual power as firewood, burning him in great pain.

As the flames burned, the Butterfly Spirit seemed to transform in the flames. It looked like a butterfly for a while, and a moth for a while. After doing this several times, it finally returned to the body of a butterfly. It seemed that there was no change, but between the two eyes, there was an extra line Red flame imprint.

And at the next moment, he seemed to hear a crisp crack, and then, the heat in his body dispersed crazily and merged again.

(End of this chapter)